The First Saint of Alchemy

"Academy!"

Feng Chenye raised his head and looked at the words on the door plaque. He felt that they were very expressive, and there was a Taoist charm hidden in them.

It seemed that Feng Shenye had been standing there for too long, and his strange behavior had attracted the attention of some people.

"What are you looking at here, little friend?" A gray-haired old man stepped forward and asked curiously.

"Old sir." Feng Chenye bowed and replied humbly: "Look at the words on the plaque, it's really extraordinary.

Each stroke contains the majestic spirit of heaven and earth, which makes people feel uncompromising and upright. "

"My dear friend, I admire you for your unique insight!" The old man smiled and invited: "Can you come into the hospital for a chat?"

"It's what I asked for!" Feng Chenye did not refuse and asked: "Down here, Feng Chenye, dare I ask the old gentleman his name?"

The old man's heart was in a state of shock, but on the surface he remained calm. He said gently: "The old man Wang Ran is a teacher at the academy."

"It turns out to be Wang Jiaoxi, disrespectful!"

Wang Ran said: "No need to be polite, let's chat while walking, please!"

Feng Chenye followed happily.

"Where did Mr. Feng come from? Why are you here?"

Feng Chenye answered truthfully: "This junior came from Beiling and came to Linghuang more than a year ago to look for his best friend. Although he received help from many kind people, it was a pity that there was no result.

Last month, the noble man gave me some advice and asked me to go all the way north, so I came all the way and happened to pass by your courtyard. "

"Young master, it has been more than a year since you came to the Linghuang Realm?" Wang Jiaoxi was quite surprised.

"Exactly!" Feng Chenye nodded.

"Oh? What happened over the past year?" Wang Jiaoxi asked curiously.

These are not secrets, Feng Chenye tells them frankly.

Wang Jiaoxi asked very detailed questions, and Feng Chenye was not bothered, thinking that this was just a gossipy old man, and answered his questions one by one.

When he figured out the whole story of Feng Chenye's search for Mengyao, Wang Jiaoxi's eyes flashed.

After hesitating for a moment, he said gently: "My little friend, there is a pavilion in front of you. You can sit down and have a cup of tea. I will come back to you later."

"Old sir, if you have something to do, just go and do it!" Feng Chenye said with a smile.

Wang Jiaoxi nodded and left quickly, then soared into the sky and quickly disappeared into the vast Hanlin Mountains.

When he came to the Demon Suppressing Abyss and saw the demonic energy billowing in the abyss and Mengyao sitting quietly on the scroll, Wang Jiaoxi took a breath and felt extremely depressed.

The demon clan is far more rampant than expected, and it actually needs the support of the sages of the academy to suppress it!

"What's wrong with Professor Wang?" The dean's eyes darkened.

If it weren't for something important, it stands to reason that Wang Jiaoxi shouldn't be here.

Wang Jiaoxi calmed down and said steadily: "Master Fengchen Yefeng is here. I would like to ask Mengyao if she wants to meet him?"

Mengyao's face suddenly changed color as she was looking forward to death.

My heart also trembled violently.

"Wang Jiaoxi, couldn't you recover the letter from that day?"

"The letter has been recovered. Mr. Feng happened to be passing by here. I didn't know you were here." Wang Jiaoxi told the truth.

Mengyao thought for a moment and shook her head gently: "Meeting each other will mean that we are separated forever, which will only increase the sadness. It is better not to meet. I will tell him after I die!"

Wang Jiaoxi sighed and advised: "If I don't see him for the last time, I'm afraid I will let Mr. Feng down for his hard work."

"Although Mr. Feng comes from a lower plane, his family is well off, so why bother?" Mengyao coldly refused.

"The month you returned to the academy, Mr. Feng entered the spiritual wasteland alone!

He has been searching for you in this land for a year and three months! "Wang Jiaoxi said loudly.

Mengyao's delicate body trembled suddenly.

He closed his eyes slightly, raised his head and took a deep breath, trying to control his tears and prevent his emotions from collapsing at this moment.

Wang Jiaoxi's voice echoed in the abyss: "Master Feng set out from Cocoon City, holding your picture in his hand, and asking for the whereabouts of everyone he met in the streets and alleys. He was stupid and stupid, and he didn't care about warmth or coldness.

Because he was kind-hearted, he would give generously to the poor people he saw. Within two months, he was deceived and had no money left.

Lacking financial support, Mr. Feng became a storyteller in order to find you.

Starting from Agarwood City, we went all the way to Kamikaze City, Ronghua City, Dacheng, Yuezhao City...

The five popular storybooks were all written during this period.

Someone asked him how to find someone since the spiritual wilderness is so big and finding someone is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

The young master said, ‘Looking for them in every city’!

I asked him but still couldn't find it?

The young master replied, ‘Then keep looking’!

Ask the young master if he wants to walk through Linghuang.

The young master replied, "Keep walking. If you can't find it once, just walk twice!" If you can’t find it twice, try three times! ’! "

Hearing Feng Chenye's deeds, even a great scholar who had experienced great storms was shocked and moved at this moment!

Mengyao's nose was sore and her emotions were like a flood bursting out of a bank, unable to be suppressed.

Tears dripped like broken beads.

It felt like a knife had been inserted into my heart, and the pain was heartbreaking.

Feng Lang, why bother?

“The dissemination of the five storybooks has not been smooth either.

No bookstore was willing to promote non-local authors, and the books printed by the young master at his own expense were burned by the robbers.

Fortunately, Qian Tong Pavilion took action, and hundreds of thousands of cities in Linghuang printed books at the same time. The story of Mr. Feng's search for friends has just spread throughout Linghuang.

Only then did the academy pay attention to Mr. Feng's works.

Otherwise, how could a few popular Chinese novels be so easily noticed by the academy?

The young master has encountered robbers, fraud, illness, embarrassment, and injustice.

But I haven’t changed my original intention, I haven’t entered the devil’s path, I haven’t given up, I haven’t stopped.

There have been many hardships along the way.

Although it has been just over a year, I have experienced ups and downs like a sea of ​​change! "

Speaking of this, Instructor Wang bowed deeply and said with emotion: "Now it is an urgent moment to suppress the demons, and this instructor should not come here to disturb.

But I really can't bear to see Mr. Feng's friendship go to waste, so I came here to tell the truth.

Sage Mengyao, are you willing to meet Mr. Feng now?"

Mengyao covered her face with her hands, and her shoulders trembled slightly.

The trickle of water scattered between her slender fingers.

What if I meet him?

It's better not to meet him, so that you can forget me sooner.

But I miss you too, so entangled.

Crack!

Crack, crack, crack!

The black smoke in the abyss rushed up suddenly, like a black volcano erupting, and hit the seal fiercely.

The Wensheng Pen broke and fell into the abyss.

The stone statue also cracked quickly.

Bang!

Rumble——

The violent breath exploded in the abyss, and the whole mountain range shook.

Everyone's pupils shrank suddenly.

The seal collapsed!

Meng Yao wiped her tears fiercely, and the spiritual power in her body was no longer injected into the abyss, but into the scroll.

The scroll instantly shone brightly, and a light curtain enveloped the abyss.

Zizizizi!

The scroll produced a great righteousness, suppressing the rolling demonic energy in the abyss!

And she seemed to be eroded by an evil force, and black smoke continued to rise.

The people around clenched their fists, and their veins bulged.

The demon clan is simply guilty of death!

Why not come earlier or later, but at this time?

"Teacher Wang, please go back!" Meng Yao regained her cold demeanor.

"Go and invite Mr. Feng!" The dean suddenly ordered.

Meng Yao scolded: "Dean! Mr. Feng is trapped by love. If he witnesses my death with his own eyes, how will you let him live in the future?"

The dean bowed and sighed: "Little sister, Mr. Feng can't see you, and regret is also his lifelong cage.

It's better to meet once, maybe we can end our worldly relationship!"

Meng Yao was silent.

Instructor Wang was immediately delighted and hurried to invite Feng Chenye.

In the pavilion.

Feng Chenye looked to the north, frowning.

Just for a moment, he felt the endless demonic energy.

Fortunately, it was fleeting and should have been suppressed by the academy.

It is worthy of being one of the eight famous families!

While watching, suddenly saw Instructor Wang riding the wind, looking anxious.

Just when he was about to ask what happened, he heard Instructor Wang shouting: "Mr. Feng, come with me to see Mengyao!"

Feng Chenye's heart tightened, and he immediately rushed to the source of the demonic energy.

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